Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.